Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.